"Oh, I can bet. That kinda thing would drive Doc Weller right up and 'round the bend, too. Very protective of his tech, him."
And very protective of them, too. There's a brief memory flash of a distant explosion, of the ground shaking beneath her feet, of the realisation that the Doc was dead, dead so they could get away. Easier to suppress, than the more visceral memories that hit before.
Cammie breathes in, and out. "Usually our bodies are either a little ways away in a ship, or back at base. We can only be uploaded so long or we get stuck, so... closer the better. An' the thing about the tech is it's super new, enemies wanna get their hands on it and if they do... we're royally fucked. So. Yeah. No pressure, right? Us in the Holons gotta not get captured or lose our e-brains, control centre gotta stop them gettin' the rest of the tech."
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"Oh, I can bet. That kinda thing would drive Doc Weller right up and 'round the bend, too. Very protective of his tech, him."
And very protective of them, too. There's a brief memory flash of a distant explosion, of the ground shaking beneath her feet, of the realisation that the Doc was dead, dead so they could get away. Easier to suppress, than the more visceral memories that hit before.
Cammie breathes in, and out. "Usually our bodies are either a little ways away in a ship, or back at base. We can only be uploaded so long or we get stuck, so... closer the better. An' the thing about the tech is it's super new, enemies wanna get their hands on it and if they do... we're royally fucked. So. Yeah. No pressure, right? Us in the Holons gotta not get captured or lose our e-brains, control centre gotta stop them gettin' the rest of the tech."
Absolutely no pressure whatsoever!